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Monday Minutiae – 5/28/18
Divisors, Dividends, and Remainders Not long ago, one of my writer’s groups talked about what we did with words we discard from our final drafts. Delete entirely? Save? Save with any sort of organization? I’ll delete a random sentence or … Continue reading
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Tagged drafting, May, Re-reading, Tuba Tiger Rag, word graveyard
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